The atmosphere in the valley grew increasingly tense. Low, rumbling growls echoed from the depths, as if portending an even greater storm. Every roar struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer, filling them with dread.
Zhang Yue gripped his sword hilt tightly, his gaze fixed resolutely on the source of the sound. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead like glistening pearls, sliding down his cheeks and gathering at his chin in heavy drops before splashing onto the ground below. Yet his eyes showed not a hint of retreat; instead, they burned with fierce fighting spirit. "No matter what's coming, we'll take it head-on!" he gritted out, his voice filled with unwavering resolve and courage.
Lin Wan'er stood beside Zhang Yue, her body trembling slightly like a flower in the wind, looking delicate and helpless. Yet her eyes revealed a stubborn streak—an indomitable spirit. "Brother Yue, I'm not afraid!" She clenched her fists to pump herself up, her voice carrying a trace of tremor yet remaining remarkably firm.
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